Friday, August 31, 2018

Flavors

I drifted away from our monthly writer's group
discussion about people hearing things differently than a writer intended. I didn't physically leave, of course, but I may as well have been on Mars. My memory
rudely inserted the anxiety I felt once when I impulsively spent eight hundred dollars on stereo equipment that I certainly didn't need. I was as detached from the writer's meeting as if I had fallen asleep. For some odd reason, my muse wasn't interested in the writing being reviewed, and some oral comment or critique I heard during the meeting shut down my normal brain function and I was suddenly in my
own world, my mind vividly
filled with apprehension from the unexpected - and quite rudely inserted - memory from years ago. My muse had abandoned me.Memory has a way of being kind, or at least kinder than reality, and the
excitement of having two close friends stop by after work to listen
to my new, expensive, pride and joy speakers gradually slipped
in to displace the anxiety I felt when I spent over a month's salary on a whim. Back then, our
stereos were the pinnacle of home entertainment back when
direct-drive turntables, cobra-style tonearms and Shure V-15 type 3
cartridges were the mark of excellence in personal taste and
audiophile distinction.

The purchase of the stereo components I had dreamed of for years - a pair of JBL Century 100 speakers - didn't come from our meager budget, but from an unexpected financial windfall that was
the benefit from a brutal stretch of overtime work that upset our
family routine and even affected our relationship. I was rarely home
during that miserable period, working sixteen hour days and even once
spent twenty-four hours, without interruption – not even for food
– on one service call. When I received my first large overtime check, I splurged on the JBL speakers that I still have. My wife supported my
desire to buy the speakers as a just reward for both of us enduring
the tumultuous time.

I carefully “balanced” the new
speakers per the instructions I saved from Stereo Magazine, measuring
the distance between the speakers, taking into consideration the
drapes and carpet, and listening to professionally mastered records
that carefully reproduced the exotic sounds required to adjust my
Marantz 200 watt stereo receiver to the new, space dominating
speakers.

Paul stopped by first, parking his
custom-turbocharged Datsun 280Z in the driveway. Money was no object
to Paul in his quest for perfection, and his taste in stereo sound
was impeccable.

“Hmm,” he said, standing dead
center between the speakers. “Try Allan Parson’s Pyramid.
That’s
a great one to test with.”

I
carefully played the first cut on the “A” side, then waited for
Paul’s profound analysis.

“They
sound really, really good, George, but you need to crank up the bass
a little. The sound just isn’t full enough.”

After Paul left, my wife – who
thought the settings were perfect – asked if I was going to change
the bass settings.

“No,”
I replied. “I think it sounds great the way it is.”

Not
twenty minutes after Paul left, Bob pulled up. Bob was another single
friend who was also a renowned audiophile. His LP collection was
stunning in its own right. I respected Bob’s opinion as highly as I
regarded Paul’s.

Standing
in the very same spot Paul had stood an hour earlier, listening to
the same Alan Parson’s album, at exactly the same volume and
adjustment, Bob quietly pondered the music.

“Well,
George, they really, really sound great, but there’s way too much
bass. They sound ‘boomy’.”

The room slowly came back into focus and I once again heard voices discussing the merits of something or other. Someone’s writing was still
being discussed. I carefully glanced around the room. The moderator was telling a new group member to take
critiques with a grain of salt as everyone hears things differently. No two people interpret the same thing the same way.